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About San Diego

Typos? Psh, finr a prostitut—see? 18, I could do, but chill, I won’t. Quirks, tho—tap my wheel, I do, thinkin’. “This is where it all ends,” I mutter—Cronenberg vibes again. Advice? Careful, you be—roads twisty, life twistier. Humor, hah—prostitute once said, “Yoda, you short, but cute!” Roasted, I was! Love the chaos, I do—findin’ one? Up to you, padawan!

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Take that strip of mostly mom-and-pop shops on East Fordham Road in The Bronx, overrun by illegal peddlers to the extent that legit business.

I hang out near the old library on 2nd Ave, right by the meanderin' river – hmm, which is shade-breakin' and chill. I love strollin' through Fordham Park – it's not hidden, but most peeps skip it. Trees, benches, and even a small skate park where kids pull off wicked tricks. Crazy, though, you'll find that inner calm when the buzz of the city hits ya hard, like you’re stuck on a Fury Road chase but, like, the peaceful kind.

Baseball Slugs Past Richmond, 15-11